I don't know how long a kiss lasted before Ta Xianjun let go of him. Chu night Ning thought he would give up, but unexpectedly his lips just left and touched again.
After repeating this many times, stepping on Xianjun was finally satisfied, he licked his lips, and his dark eyes stared at Chu Wanning's face.
"No change, it's you."
There are too many things to ask, and too many changes to encounter. Chu Wan was quiet for a moment, and finally said hoarsely: "... Do you still remember the past?"
"nature."
"Do you remember how you died?"
The expression of Emperor Tengxian was a little gloomy: "The ten major sects joined forces to besiege, this seat is very disgusting."
"Then do you remember how I died?"
The gloom between Ta Xianjun's eyebrows faded a little, but another layer of gray shading was covered: "Ta Xue Palace, you hinder my important affairs, this seat hates it very much."
Chu nightning asked again: "So, do you remember how you came back to life?"
"Hua Binan to the rescue."
"How exactly?"
"This self..." However, he didn't say any more, and a trace of shyness gradually appeared on Ta Xianjun's face. But this kind of daze didn't last long. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were clear.
Ta Xianjun frowned: "What did you just say?"
Chu nightning was silent.
He almost knows what the teacher has done to this body. Since ancient times, the human heart is the most difficult to control. After the death of the ink, the teacher can't completely control the emotions of the corpse, and he dare not fight the memory of the ink. It is more fragmented, so I have to choose a very small part of the important things that will affect the burning of the ink and erase it.
The Immortal Stepping Emperor in front of him is probably just a weapon for walking dead.
Chu nightning closed his eyes, and after a while, he seemed to want to say something, but before the words were spoken, there was a burst of sweetness in his throat. He coughed violently.
"Ink burning..." His lips were stained with blood, and he raised his eyes with water mist. "Stop doing things for others. You are already a body, and you should rest in peace. You... cough."
The eyes turned black, and the scattered fragments began to rise again.
You should go back to the past, you have been buried in the ground, this place does not belong to you.
But this sentence is no longer able to say it. Chu nightning only moved his lips, and his consciousness began to slump again-
In the end, he only saw Ta Xianjun frowning and talking to himself, his handsome and pale face seemed a little impatient.
"Chu nightning," he vaguely heard him calling him, just like the previous life, "nightning..."
He closed his eyes, and the pain of soul reintegration invaded again, and he no longer knew what happened next.
Outside Qianshan, the trees are bleak.
In the past few days, it has been raining lightly in the middle of Shu, and even the wooden lattice of the station has grown a layer of mildew. Looking out from the small window of the station, a string of water droplets dripped from the bamboo leaves and fell into the pool, spreading a little bit. ripple.
Suddenly, a pair of shoes stepped into the stagnant water, and the sky and clouds shattered.
Master Mo appeared in front of Quhui Mountain Road on the summit of life and death.
Since the sudden change of Dragon Blood Mountain, his spiritual power has not recovered, and he is unable to control the sword. Because he is worried about the safety of death and life, he rushed back from Dragon Blood Mountain non-stop, and it took a total of four days.
Along the way, he actually thought about a lot of things.
For example, why he was reborn, for example, why did Chu nightning in the previous life set up such a mystery in the cave of Longxueshan, such as Shi Yan.
I thought about it for a long time, but couldn't find any clear answer.
He was not a smart person at first, and now he is suffering and worried, and he is more and more unable to calm down and think carefully. After all, the teacher understands him, and Chu nightning is his weakness, as long as Chu nightning will remember the past. , undoubtedly sentenced him to death. He was distraught. The rain gradually increased, and the ink burned and stood at the entrance of the mountain steps of the top of the dead. He raised his head, and strands of silver frost fell on his face. In front of them, a winding stone stair leads to the top of the mountain.
This mountain road has gone through life, death, sadness and joy. The two lives have gone through countless times, from the youthful time of little things, to today when the dust settles and the guilt returns.
It was very cold, and the rain mixed with snow seeds fell, wet his black clothes, and dyed his temples.
Young people are supposed to have no worries, but the wind blows snow white...
The ink burned and closed his eyes, stepped up the long steps, and walked up the mountain.
A sinner who threw himself into the net, finally "squeaked" and pushed open the red lacquer door of the Danxin Hall, the pinnacle of death and life.
The door opened slowly, and the madness and glory, nightmare and darkness of his two lifetimes were all due to this.
He remembered his previous life, when he was twenty-two years old, he changed his mind to Wushan, the plaque was smashed, and the dust was scattered. Standing in front of the old plaque, he vowed to travel all over the world to respect the world. That life fell here, and this life should end here.
The Danxin Hall is densely populated with people, and there are more people with heads and faces than when Jiaoshan attacked Xu Shuanglin.
When they heard the door open, everyone looked back, but saw a tall black-clothed man standing in front of the threshold, with a pale face and a few strands of wet black hair on his forehead. The light of the sky was behind him, and the dome was lead-grey, with rain and snow falling.
No one thought that the ink burning would suddenly appear like this.
Is he the hero on Jiaoshan who exchanged his life for everyone's peace, or the devil who kills but sees no blood in Gu Yueye? What is he like
No one said a word for a while, and every pair of eyes stared at the returning man.
Those who trusted him thought he was pitiful, wet and cold, like a dog coming home in the rain. People who don't trust him only think that he is terrifying, gloomy and deep, like a ghost crawling out of hell.
The rain kept knocking on the roof ridge and green eaves, seeping into the stone cracks in front of the steps, and moss on the tiles.
The ink burned up the dark eyes, and the eyes were moist under the fan-like eyelashes. He said softly, "Uncle, I'm back."
"Ran'er! How are you—how are you alone?"
Xue Zhengyi was sitting in the honorable seat, his face was very poor, and he was rarely slovenly. The iron fan was spread on the table at will, and the words "the world is ugly" shimmered like a farce comment.
"Where's Yuheng?"
The ink burned into the hall, and he fell like a drop of water in the boiling oil that burned to 10% but was quiet, causing a crackling sound, and almost everyone hula and took a big step back when he entered.
"Ink burns!"
"The devil, you have a face!"
"You killed so many people in the lonely moon night, but you still dare to show up!!"
Mo Ran ignored these voices. On this journey, he had already heard about the bloody case that happened a few days ago on the lonely moon night. He also knew how maddening Step Xianjun would be. What are dozens of people? Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, all the people in the world are dead corpses in his eyes, just a lonely moonlit night.
"Mad... You and Hua Binan are in the same group!"
"What else do you want to come here for? The masters of all the factions are here today, and the pavilion master of Tianyin Pavilion will come soon. Even if you are scheming and fickle, you will not be able to escape the net!"
"Mo Ran, you are too cunning, you sing red face and sing white face for a while, make everyone dizzy and then your tricks can succeed, how vicious you are!"
Surrounded by a tide of criticism and questioning, angry faces were surging. No one paid attention to the ink, and he continued to move forward. He already understood the intention of Hua Binan-forgive him and didn't want to call him a teacher.
Hua Binan dug a grave for him. Even the inscription on the tombstone was written, Hua Binan calculated it very clearly, he would jump in by himself.
Because, at the moment when Chu Wanning recalled his previous life, Mo Weiyu had already sentenced himself to be an incurable corpse.
ended.
"No matter how many fake masks you wear on your face, today's gathering of heroes will reveal your true colors."
"You must be sent to Tianyin Pavilion for execution!"
Noisy and noisy. The most pierced eardrums are three words: "Tianyin Pavilion".
Mo Ran didn't think that Hua Binan would also involve Tianyin Pavilion. Coincidence? Or have it been planned
The mighty Tianyin is an ancient sect that has been handed down for thousands of years in the cultivation world. The heads of this sect were first descended from gods and mortals, and later they were passed down from generation to generation by blood relatives. Generations have passed, and although Pavilion Master Tianyin's divine blood has become thin, it is still very spiritual. Although Tianyin Pavilion is usually not involved in the red dust, just like mortals believe in monks, monks also believe in the justice of Tianyin Pavilion.
It is difficult to overthrow the authority of a century, let alone a thousand years. Therefore, even if he stepped on Xianjun to conquer the world in his previous life, he would eventually leave the Tianyin Pavilion as a pure land. The teacher is very smart, and it is better to hand over the ink to Tianyin Pavilion for disposal. No one will disobey the judgment, and no one will disobey the judgment.
There was a lot of noise in the hall, and the ink burned along the carpet embroidered with Du Ruo, walked to the front, and then stood still.
"I… "
The man only said one word, and the buzzing voice suddenly died out. They stared at him, many with hatred and alert eyes.
They waited for his excuses, his gaffes, and his faults, and they craned their necks, ready to slaughter and tear this treacherous demon to shreds at any time.
This person is difficult to distinguish between good and evil, and his actions are unpredictable, but he would rather kill him by mistake than let him go. He must—"I will take the blame."
It was silent, even more silent than before.
It's like sharpening a knife and wanting to fight a big battle. The golden drum beats the sound of killing, but suddenly learns that the enemy general has committed suicide.
So absurd.
"what did he say?"
It took a long time for someone to react, but he couldn't believe that the devil confessed his guilt so easily, so he asked the person beside him in a low voice, "Did he say he came to take the blame?"
The ink burned down his eyes, knelt down, faced his uncle and aunt, and Xue Meng, who was pale. The shadow of the lamp was dim, reflecting his handsome and thin face.
He really wanted to kill him, but Hua Binan planned on him like this, and he wouldn't let that person get his wish. Before confessing his sins, he had one more thing to do—
He wants to do his last bit of strength to protect those who can no longer be protected from now on.
So the ink burned slowly, and the voice was blazing.
"I am indeed full of blood. Because of my personal vendetta, I have killed many people. Although I want to repent over the years, I am still unforgivable. This matter is already known to Chu nightning... Today I am the face of all the monarchs, except for Chen To express one's own sin, there is another thing to declare."
He paused, and the words fell, like a knife cutting out his heart: "I have no master-disciple friendship with Chu nightning."
Hearing this sentence, many people present were stunned: "What's going on?"
You must know that the open judgment of master and apprentice is a great scandal in the world of self-cultivation. When such a thing happens, whether it is the master or the apprentice, it will be very difficult for the face. So as long as there is no deep blood feud, even if the relationship is not in harmony, the surface effort will always be enough.
After the consternation, many people whispered: "Isn't it okay before? Why did this happen suddenly? Could it be trying to cheat?"
"It doesn't look like it, could it be that what happened to them in Jiaoshan later?"
"It's possible... Chu nightning doesn't seem to take his apprentice very seriously. When Shi Mingjing was captured by Hua Binan, didn't he let go to save it? It made him even blind... His apprentice looks chilling."
The voices of the people rose and fell like the tide.
In these voices, Mo Ran continued: "It's small that he can't tolerate me killing and setting fires, but he has always treated me indifferently and humiliated my dignity. This person is full of people in the world, but treats his disciples everywhere, how hypocritical! If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have come this far."
It was so painful.
He stopped, his lips and teeth were trembling slightly, but he had to finish word by word. Slash yourself with a thousand knives.
"It was he who harmed me, it was he who misunderstood me. I did not conspire with him, and I was ashamed to worship him as a teacher. Now, I have made a clean break with Chu nightning. If anyone will treat me as his disciple in the future..."
He raised his eyes, a pair of eyes that stepped on Xianjun.
"That is disgusting me, I hope you don't mention it again!"
Xue Zhengyi was horrified: "Ran'er!"
Xue Meng was even more pale: "Brother, are you crazy?! Do you know what you have said!"
The ink burned and closed his eyes. He didn't want to see anyone in Xue Meng's family. The "brother" has been pierced into the heart and lungs like claws.
The ink burned and said: "Besides, I have one more thing to say."
"A confession is a confession, where did one, two or three things come from, you—"
Before the man complained, he was stopped by Jiang Xi, the leader of the immortals. Jiang Xi looked at the ink burning: "...Please say."
The ink burned: "I have a lot of sins, and it is good to plead guilty and punished. But the lonely moon night is not what I did."
Many of the people present came to collect blood debts, and their emotions were already very agitated. At this time, hearing him deny the Gu Yueye murder case, he couldn't help but be extremely angry. They all said:
"Ha! Joke! It's a hard truth, what else do you have to quibble about!"
"That's right, who else could you be?"
The ink burned: "I was not in the lonely moon night at the time. At that time, I and Chu nightning were both in the Dragon Blood Mountain. It was someone else who did this. And that person, if I am not mistaken, should be... "
He hesitated, and did not immediately report the identity of Emperor Stepping Immortal.
He is not afraid of the anger of everyone, but he thinks that no one present will believe that the door of life and death in time and space has been cracked, and there is another ink burning such a ridiculous thing.
"who is it?"
Mo Ran pursed his lips and decided to mention the matter of stepping on Xianjun later, so he didn't answer immediately, but said: "Who is it? I'll talk about it later. In short, that person colluded with Hua Binan, and one blamed him on the lonely moon night. Framed, the other took away Chu Wanning."
After he finished speaking, the crowd split into two voices.
The first wave of voices were faint but clearly identifiable, most of which were shouted by the disciples at the top of the dead: "What's wrong with Elder Yuheng?!"
"Where was the elder taken?!"
The other voice was the group of people who came to Xingshi to ask the guilt.
"Ink burning, do you think we will believe you?"
"I don't know what medicine you are selling in the gourd! What other people, I see that you and Hua Binan are in the same group! On Jiaoshan, the two of you colluded to make a scene!! Many people, even disregarding the friendship of the brothers and sisters of the same sect, harmed Shi Mingjing, you, you, you are a liar!!"
Hearing the name of the teacher, Mo Ran slowly raised his head, looked at Xue Zhengyi on the seat, and glanced at Xue Meng: "Master, he..."
Xue Meng cares about the chaos and takes a step forward: "What happened to the teacher? Is he okay?!"
Mo Ran couldn't look at him at all.
To see a person's broken appearance, only once is enough.
The ink burned and closed his eyes: "The teacher is Hua Binan."
Silence.
After a long while, Xue Meng suddenly fell back to his seat and murmured: "What a joke, how is it possible..."
Yes, if you don't see it with your own eyes and hear it with your own ears, the ink burns will also want to say, how is it possible. The teacher is so gentle and beautiful. The three of them have experienced many ups and downs together. For him, the teacher is the first real peer friend in his life.
But this friend is fake, it's just a mirror image.
So ridiculous.
The people around were talking: "What's the mess?"
"Crazy, so a little cultivator will be the number one holy hand in the world?"
"If the teacher is Hua Binan, he will help us unravel what the heartworm is doing in Jiaoshan."
There are also people who have been rescued by the teacher in Jiaoshan, and they are especially grateful to the teacher. At this moment, regardless of the three-seven-two-one, he pointed at him angrily: "Mo Ran, in order to wash away your sins, you actually said such a big deal. Nonsense words, you spit your blood!"
At this time, frowning all the time, Jiang Xi, who did not speak, also spoke.
"What evidence do you have to say that Hua Binan is Shi Mingjing?" Jiang Xi said, "Hua Binan has been with me for many years and has hardly left Gu Yueyue. If you say that he is Shi Mingjing, then how can he appear at the same time at the same time? two locations